I know a girl, a beautiful, creative, smart girl.
she draws and loves to read books.
she sits by her own during lunch.
no one knows what scars she has, no one knows her.
but she is there on every moment to come in between.
she shows roses.
I know a girl, a charming one
she is alone, but never shows it.
she fights with love
she is the girl with her roses.
red full of love she shows her rose.
white full of joy she grabs them with fear.
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
